Perhaps the projection of Mount Tai was too stable, but after more than half an hour, the projection of the Jianmu Tree slowly dissipated along with the collapse of the Sacred Mark.
Huai Shi couldn't help but want to cry when he experienced the return of Young Master Ming and the Bone Burying Sanctuary.
It wasn't because he was moved.
It was because it was too uncomfortable …
It was as if he was kicked into a gas chamber after getting used to the fresh air. It was difficult to breathe.
Celestial genealogy was very sensitive to records, not to mention that Huai Shi still had the Book of Destiny. The history left behind in hell would almost instinctively entangle his soul.
The intense dizziness was even stronger than before.
The moment he recovered, Huai Shi staggered, and darkness appeared in front of his eyes.
He fell into a nightmarish illusion again.
"Only one step left."
A figure with a pipe in his mouth leaned over, and his blurry face seemed to be smiling, "Soon, hell will become heaven … True power will be born in your hands, eternal and undying."
He reached out his hand and offered salvation to Huai Shi in the quagmire.
But when Huai Shi clenched his hand, what he felt was not happiness and peace, but indescribable … despair.
At that moment, he fell into an even deeper abyss.
Countless twisted limbs entangled his body, pulling him down into an even darker place.
"Please save me …"
A hoarse prayer echoed in his ears, and he kept screaming, "Please …"
"So annoying!"
In his dizziness, Huai Shi roared and slashed down with his axe, "You've all been dead for tens of millions of years, and your ashes are gone. How can I save you?! Do you want me to give up my body for you to come back to life?! "
The darkness shattered.
At that moment, Huai Shi opened his eyes.
He tried his best to breathe.
Yuan Yuan looked at Huai Shi's face uneasily, "Teacher, are you okay?"
"It's just a nightmare."
Huai Shi shook his head and subconsciously pressed on the needle hole on his arm.
If it wasn't for the Great Grandmaster's Spiritual Substance Stabilizer, he might have been dragged deeper into the records, and it would be difficult for him to break free from the past history of this land.
It was just like the first time he had used the Book of Destiny. He had almost been trapped in the library of the Abyss of Hell.
Now, Huai Shi didn't know if it was because of the increase in height or because of the reactivation of the Twilight Village, but he discovered that the broken records in the air were becoming more and more active.
It was as if it was radiating from a huge gravitational source.
There was something like a star that was constantly radiating endless pain and despair in all directions ….
"… Sunmaker!"
Huai Shi's expression changed as he suddenly noticed this.
With the activation of the Dusk Village and the activation of the Eternal Core, the Sun Maker hidden in the depths of hell would definitely awaken once more. He might even recover to his peak state from thousands of years ago!
An existence that led a world to its final destruction, if compared to the present …
Natural enemy?
This thought made Huai Shi's hair stand on end. He looked up at the huge projection of the Dome Giant and the Iron Crystal Throne floating in the sky.
He didn't believe that the Grandmaster hadn't guessed this.
But just what did he mean?
Just what was this place …
Chaotic thoughts constantly emerged in Huai Shi's mind. It felt like he was just a little bit away from the final truth, but he couldn't truly touch it.
In his countless thoughts, he had brushed past that crucial point countless times.
Until the final rumble interrupted his thoughts.
At that moment, as the rising ground came to an abrupt stop, Huai Shi finally arrived at the central tower.
And it was also at that moment that the long warm-up finally came to an abrupt end.
The Eternal Core, activate!
What followed was a tide that filled all the gaps between heaven and earth. It tore at everyone's consciousness and soul, and it was a loud noise that was enough to drag everyone's soul into hell.
This was a sorrowful cry that filled all of hell!
"What … the hell is this?"
Huai Shi looked up in a daze, his vision turning dark. He staggered forward, wanting to take a closer look.
However, at this moment, countless pitch-black mud appeared between the countless complicated machines and massive structures on the tall tower that had suddenly opened up.
From the cracks, from the sealed cabin, from every corner.
This was a strange substance that Huai Shi had seen before.
A liquid as viscous as pitch surged in every nook and cranny. Deformed objects that looked like limbs popped out from it endlessly, like the spasming of a dying person, trying to grab anything within reach.
In vain, they sought expectations that didn't exist.
"Ah, ah, Sunmaker, please … please be merciful …"
Countless distorted faces overlapped each other, constantly emerging from within. As the Perpetual Motion Core operated, they screamed hoarsely, emitting tragic cries.
"Don't go … don't leave … don't give up …"
"Please, save me …"
"Please …"
"… bestow salvation!"
At that moment, Huai Shi froze in place, frozen by the sorrowful cries that assaulted his face.
The pain was like a tidal wave, with no end in sight, turning into a monstrous frenzy.
In the darkness, countless broken records turned into the hell and abyss from thousands of years ago, engulfing him.
It was like a bystander walking between the curtains of a play.
In an instant, he saw the decay of all things, the arrival of the end, the extinguishment of the sun and the moon, and the drying up of the earth. He saw how the huge world sank into hell bit by bit.
He also saw … how everything that was beyond recognition was rebuilt by them.
In order to save the world, they rebuilt heaven and earth. In order to return to paradise, they rebuilt all things. Trees made of iron, birds made of bronze, beasts made of steel, and even stars made of silver.
In the end, the power of eternity descended on this paradise.
And the hell of despair followed.
From the moment the sun that represented salvation rose, the changes that the Sunmakers had never imagined enveloped the entire hell.
The happy smiles on their faces gradually stiffened, and then they quickly cracked and fell apart …
Under the illumination of the eternal sun, the eternal life finally ushered in the final transformation — after the broken body like porcelain, what flowed out was viscous sludge like asphalt …
Then, one by one, they involuntarily flew to the tower, like components, and integrated into the core of eternal frost.
They cried out in indescribable pain, but there was no relief. In endless despair, they yearned for an end, but the end would not come.
The Sunmakers finally understood what had happened.
But everything was already irreversible.
Their eternal life had begun.
As Huai Shi walked through this hell in a daze, she was surrounded by countless sharp screeches and shrieks.
When had this hell ever been born because of failure?
He finally understood how the so-called perpetual motion machine was created. What kind of method was used to achieve the endless and eternal power …?
Recasting heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, and all things, rebuilding the world, the eternal machine, and the eternal power that maintained the foundation of all worlds … the core of eternal frost.
They had indeed done it.
They had not failed. They were all still alive.
All of them.
In this hell that they had created with their own hands!
The so-called Machine of Immortality and the Furnace of Eternal Frost were the same thing!
And the power source of the Furnace of Eternal Frost was all the people in this hell who had used the Machine of Eternal Life in order to survive … They had all been assimilated by hell and turned into something that was neither human nor ghost, hanging in the furnace's core.
It was like an inexhaustible battery.
In the endless pain, endless despair was produced, turning into an inexhaustible source of energy and power for the workshop masters of hell.
There was no relief.
Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, in the endless and eternal time, they cried out in sorrow.
Until they reached the end of destruction, the deepest part of the abyss …
Now, Huai Shi finally understood where everything she saw in the illusion came from, and who was the one who had witnessed the destruction in front of her.
"Sunmaker … the honorable supreme one …"
Countless wriggling and distorted crazy faces emerged from the sludge, staring at Huai Shi, no, staring at the former Sunmaker, calling in vain.
"Please … please have mercy …"
This time, Huai Shi finally heard their words clearly.
"Please, save us …"
Countless wails sounded again. They called out in pain, longed, and hoped that the last hero would bring them a miracle.
It contained their last hope and humble prayers.
"Please … kill us!"
This was their last wish.
But even so, it was already a luxurious dream that could not be realized.
They had used all methods and tried all possibilities until even the other King Makers lost the power to resist and gradually turned into sludge.
There was no longer any hope for this land to survive.
Only the Sunmaker was left to wander around this empty hell in a daze.
"Don't be afraid. I will save you. I can definitely save you. Definitely." He repeated over and over again, murmuring in a hollow voice, "So, please, wait for me …"
This was the desperate wail of the last survivor in the endless eternity.
"Please, don't abandon me."
.
He didn't know how much time had passed or what else he had experienced.
Too many records filled Huai Shi's soul — the fall of the Twilight Village, the forging of the Eternal Frozen Furnace Core, the descent of the Hell Workshop Masters, and the failure of countless resistance.
Too much history and too much pain were carried in the Sunmaker's records and engraved in this hell.
Just watching from the sidelines would be infected by the endless despair.
Huai Shi felt himself falling faster and faster and began to dissolve.
He had already entered too deep. Just like before, he was attracted by the gravity of hell and began to assimilate step by step.
Until a cracked palm grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up, causing the assimilation of hell to come to an abrupt end.
Then, with the last of his strength, he pushed upwards!
He wanted to leave this endless nightmare.
Condra? "
At the last moment, Huai Shi saw a familiar uniform and a face that had been transformed by a machine, and the lips that opened and closed with difficulty.
He bid farewell to the world silently.
With a smile.
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